Recap: I've decided my 30 days are 30 Day of Working Out. So far I've stuck with it...all THREE days. Whoa, I mean, I've really exerted myself--in THREE days. Yesterday, however, I really, really didn't want to do anything. It was Sunday...family day. We were lazy (except WM cleaned out the garage), but I dug deep into my working out soul and found the inspiration and went for a short run. VERY short--but hey, it counts! I guess it wasn't really inspiration, more than guilt. How could I fail on day two? I'm kind of planning on you all keeping me honest...in other words, because of you, I have to stick with it...because I said I would.
My original plan was just to do yoga most days with an occasional walk and/or run thrown in there. My plan was quickly derailed when I realized how sore yoga was going to make me. Who would've thought? I'm not a huge fan of yoga but I really need to work on my flexibility, so I thought it would be a good option.
I am now feeling every muscle in my body. It screeches in pain as I move. Don't underestimate the power of yoga--and I'm not talking about all that mental well-being hog-wash--I can't "center" when I've got kids doing the poses with me or running in with a problem or telling me that Mickey Mouse is over or (my favorite) hanging from me as I do the downward dog. I'm just saying yoga is harder on the bod than it looks.
So, I've renamed this little project. Here are some of my new names:
30 Days of Pain
30 Days of Wanting to Eat Everything in Sight
30 Days of Falling Asleep While Standing
30 Days of Laughing at a 2-year-old do Yoga Poses
30 Days of This Better Be Worth It
Hmmm, do you have any to add?
I must now get off the couch--it's a 5 minute process.